Li Yuanping waited respectfully inside the cave mansion for a while, feeling anxious and uneasy. Only then did the fox demon come out, looking utterly dejected. Li Yuanping hurried forward, his eyes burning with agitation, and spoke anxiously:
"Senior! How is my ancestor…?"
"Your ancestor?"
The fox demon glanced at him, suddenly straightening up. Its eyes darted swiftly, and its expression instantly turned grave. In a sorrowful tone, it said:
"Not much time left…"
"Ah?"
Li Yuanping's face paled at once in shock; Li Tongya had clearly said there were several years left, and it had been less than a year—how could there be so little time left? The fox demon seized the moment, picking up the thread:
"Indeed. Fortunately, I have a method. It might just be able to save your ancestor."
Upon hearing this, Li Yuanping's eyes widened; with joy, he said:
"Senior, please speak!"
